A/N: Finally up! After all my drama, I will be finding another place to post. I'll update you to where that might be. Much love! Without further ado, because yall have been waiting long enough...here is the next chapter! :)
I moaned, leaning into Harry as his slightly chapped lips brushed against my throat. At the moment, all I could think about was him. Slowly, I allowed my hands to tangle themselves into his messy, windblown hair. I felt a surge go through me, the same one that dominated my body the last time we kissed. It was electric.
He groaned, his hands tightening on my waist as his mouth moved downward, into the cleavage that my black sweater revealed. I could feel his hands moving upward as well, and I gasped at the tingly sensation they left in their path. As his fingers grazed the underside of my chest, my own sharp intake of breath startled me, and Harry's hand dropped again to my waist as his eyes met mine. He didn't need to speak, I could tell from the look of his face what he was thinking, and I nodded my head in answer, whispering the word.
"Please..."
He didn't need any more motivation than that to resume, and one hand was quickly grasping what of my breast he could fit in his palm. He groaned, his teeth nipping at my ear, breathing his appreciation.
"So big…I love them."
I said nothing, but dug my nails into his scalp and shivered, partly from the sensations his hands were causing, and partly from my hasty decision to not wear a coat in February.
He winced, "Hmm…Fiesty aren't we?" He smirked and took my hand in his, his own fingers running over the goose bumps on my bare flesh.
I looked up at his tall form and smirked right back. "Oh you have no idea…"
He raised an eyebrow, a smile playing at his lips. "Well maybe we should take this inside then, shall we?"
I chuckled, my fingers pushing on the back of his neck and bringing his lips down once again a few centimeters away from mine, "Perhaps…" I whispered.
Our lips met again, and the kiss was anything but sweet. His chapped mouth mashed against mine, tongue meeting tongue as we both fought fiercely for dominance. I could feel his hands snaking down my back and landing firmly on my ass, squeezing roughly. In response, I gently bit down on his lip, showing him once again who really was boss, but he was having none of that, and his hands slipped further down my rear, grabbing the underside of my cheeks and lifting me up to meet his kiss. That's when the I felt the all-too-familiar vibration against the inside of my thigh.
"Fuck." Harry groaned, placing me back again on my feet and pulled the buzzing iPhone out of his pocket. He frowned as he recognized the number, and he slid the pad of his finger across the screen, answering the call.
"Hullo?" He answered, keeping his eyes locked on me. I was leaning back against the railing, my arms crossed in front of me as I feigned a look of indifference.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm with her. We're still coming…Don't worry."
I kicked at the ground, trying hard not to rub my bare, freezing arms, and fought the urge to pull out another cigarette from the tin in my pocket. I picked at my black fingernail polish, which was poorly applied and chipping already, and looked up to find his eyes still gazing at my face. I quirked an eyebrow and listened to him continue.
"Yeah. Meet ya there? Alright. Sounds good mate." His expression was unreadable as he spoke. "No way!" He laughed, and ran a hand through his hair. "That awesome!"
My fingers itched to pick again at my nail polish, but I contained myself and instead kept my eyes locked with Harry, hooking my thumbs in my belt loops.
"Alright man, I'll see you when we get there. Yes, I'm on my way! In the car!" I cocked my head at his lie, earning a shrug and that smile. "Bye!" He hung up the phone, and carelessly put it back into the pocket of his skinny jeans, but I made no effort to step closer to him, and instead kept my arms firmly crossed, and my ass against the railing.
"What?" He stepped closer, smiling and giving me an odd questioning look.
I shook my head and feigned yawning. "You, Styles, are a liar."
He laughed lightly and took another step closer to me, grabbing my arm. "Well let's get going then so I won't have to lie again when Lou calls in five minutes to ask where we are."
"So what will it be, love?" Curly grinned at me, prompting me to make up my mind as I gazed at the menu, the waiter standing patiently with his pen and pad in hand next to me. We were in a tiny unknown diner, not much unlike the ice cream parlor before. It was surprising really, that the six of us had so far gone unnoticed in the big city, but of course security was sitting inconspicuously in the corner just in case.
"Pancake platter? With bacon as a side, and orange juice, please." I forced a smiled at the waiter who scribbled something down and politely walked off.
Harry intertwined my hand with his under the table and I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. I was in a good mood, despite the earlier grievances of the morning. Alicia wasn't here, and I was informed by Louis that she had told him she was feeling sick when he went to find her this morning. That must have been after I stormed out of the suite. I idly wondered if he'd had her sent back to our hotel room, or if she was still in his bed, but shook the thought from my mind. Just the thought of her name pissed me off at the moment, and I wasn't about to let her ruin my day.
"So you live in New York then?" Liam, who was sitting across from me at the table, asked, trying to make light conversation.
"Well, the suburbs, but yeah. Since I was five."
"That's cool. So you know the city well then?" Harry asked, nudging his way into the discussion.
I turned my body towards him, "Well, not really. I mean, like I said, I live in the suburbs. I've honestly been into the city only a handful of times for concerts, or rare shopping trips with my mom, but for the most part I don't get here much."
"What kind of concerts?" Niall's eyes opened a little wider, interested.
"Oh you know, the usual. Unknown punk bands playing in dingy back-alley clubs that don't care enough to check I.D." I laughed, "I've gone to see Asking Alexandria once, I snuck out for a Green Day concert when I was fifteen, and somehow One Direction fits in there somewhere…"
"Is it just me or does one of those sound a tad out of place?" Harry questioned, and Niall laughed.
"So you're into the hardcore, eh?" Louis joked, turning to Harry. "Well, lover boy, she might be a bit rough around the edges for you."
"No way, man." Harry exclaimed, slapping his hand on the table, his grin splitting his face in half. "So Zayn, how's your hangover doing?"
Zayn groaned. He was sitting next to Harry, but somehow had evaded conversation all morning. His head was still half covered with his grey swearshirt hood, and when he looked up from the table, his eyes were bloodshot. He looked a bit like I had that morning, except much more attractive. "My head is pounding."
Once the conversation was effectively turned towards Zayn's hangover and the drunken antics of last night, Harry inched closer to me, put his lips to my ear and whispered, "I'm sure I can handle you just fine…"
"Oh really now?" I sneered, my breathy voice only high enough for him to hear. "I think you might want to take a cue from your band mate. I'm definitely too much for you."
He quirked his eyebrow, and I could feel his fingers running slowly up and down my jean-clad thigh. "Oh we'll see about that."
My lip twitched, but I fought the smile, turning myself back to the others and skillfully interjecting myself into the conversation. "So Niall, are you a football fan?"
The blond laughed, and Liam looked over at me incredulously.
"Are you kidding me? You're asking Niall Horan if he's a fan of football?" Liam laughed, shaking his head.
"Yeah, buddy! Football is the shit!" Niall beamed, suddenly perky.
"Favorite team?" I giggled. I had a little bit of an idea of where this was going, and it would be going for quite awhile.
"You really have no idea what you're asking…" Zayn groaned, before putting his head down on the table and adjusting the hood further over his head.
"Shit, Derby County is what's up!"
As Niall rambled on about Derby County and the latest match, which of course I know next to nothing about, I pretended to be extremely interested, purposely ignoring Dimples beside me. The longer the conversation went on, the more annoyed I could tell he was getting, and more difficult it was to keep from showing my amusement.
"I know what you're doing, Cyndi…"He growled in my ear, as I continued to ignore him. However, his dark little chuckle sent a shiver down my spine as his hand on my thigh began it's torturous tickling yet again. I said nothing, faking indifference. I wouldn't let him know that he was affecting me.
Our food arrived, and conversation came to a comfortable cease as everyone dug in. I could sense Harry studying me out of the corner of his eye as he ate, and I made a hasty decision. Slowly, I licked my lips and tipped up my orange juice glass, taking a long, sensual drink.
"So you're a fan, then? Of football?" Niall asked, and I almost choked on the smooth tangy liquid. I wasn't expecting that question.
I smiled, placing my glass down on the table, noticing the smirk on Harry's face out of the corner of my eye. "I uh, well…David Beckham is hot."
I heard the snorts before I even turned my head. I couldn't really blame them, I'd been caught. I knew nothing about English football other than in America it was called soccer, and the a few of the basic rules. But why not play along? I figured I might as well laugh along with them rather than letting myself look like a complete idiot.
"You don't seem the type to be into athletes." Harry quipped, taking a bite of his omelet.
"I don't seem the type to be into cliché boy band singers either." I jibbed right back, earning a snicker from Zayn who was sucking away on his black coffee.
"Oooooh…."Liam taunted, and Harry playfully slipped him the finger, throwing me a wink.
The conversation slowly drifted away from me, but Harry's attention never did. The hand on my leg had found the hole in my jeans on my inner thigh and his finger was slowly tracing the outline of my skin. But yet again, I tried to ignore it. Instead of showing any reaction, I leaned over and pulled my phone out of my old beaten-up leather purse. I pushed the home button, and my lock screen, another picture of Alicia and I took me by surprise. It was taken last summer, and we were lounging on the beach in our bathing suits and shades. Alicia looked about a thousand times better than I, in her teeny-tiny hot pink bikini, while I covered my one piece with a black sarong, my arm strategically covering the slight bump of my stomach. Maybe I'm just a horrible, jealous bitch, but seeing her face instantly pissed me off, and the fact that she looked so much better than me, suddenly felt like an intentional insult from her end. I admit it, my anger was superficial, and I was being a horrible friend, but at the moment, I couldn't stand a thing about her.
I unlocked my phone, and immediately regretted it. I had nine missed calls. Touching my finger to the icon, my assumption was reassured on the screen. All of the calls were from none other than the one I stormed out from back in Harry and Lou's hotel room. There were three texts from her too.
Babes, I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. Pls call me back! Xx
Cyn, pls! Answer my calls. Where are you?! Lou is here. Harreh is lookin for you!
I'm so sorry. Pls call me. Hear me out.
I groaned. I didn't want to deal with this shit right now. I'd put it off until later. Now was just not the time or place. And besides, with Alicia's despair and Curly's fingers tracing further up my thigh, my mind was on overdrive. I snuck a peek at Harry, and of course he was looking away, his gaze locked on Liam as they talked, and his free hand taking small forkfuls of omelet. Damn him…but two could play this game.
"That match was fucked up, man! The ref was so full of shit, his eyes were brown!" Niall griped, taking a huge, angry bit of his breakfast, obviously still ranting about his favorite thing in the world.
"Hey Niall?" I asked, biting my lip for affect. This had to be played right.
Niall looked over, his mouth full of waffle, "Huh?"
Everyone was looking at me again, oblivious and confused.
"So football, then? You caught me, I don't know shit about it. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but you seem like quite the expert." I paused, an innocent goofy smile on my face, and the boys laughed. "Explain it to me?"
Zayn, who was finally looking a little bit better, grinned. "Girl, believe me, We know football."
"I used to play-" Louis started, a prideful smile plastered on his face.
"Dude, she asked me. Shut the fuck up." Niall barked, teasingly slapping Lou on the shoulder, and Louis only laughed harder. "So you want to know about football, eh?"
"Well that would explain why I asked." I teased and that hand was moving upward again, making my covered skin tingle on its way. " I mean yeah, It would be nice to know what the hell you're talking about once in awhile. So, basics?"
Niall's laugh bellowed through the restaurant, attacking the attention of the elderly couple enjoying their French toast in the corner. "So the thing about football is this…"
I really was trying to pay attention to Nialler while he talked, but underneath the table, things were happening that, surprise!, were more than enough to distract from the utterly thought-provoking inner mechanics of a game that involved kicking a ball around on a field of grass. God, Harry was getting to me. Back and forth his fingers ran, up and down my inner thigh, and I was aching. The closer he got, the more teasing he became. With every few inches forward, there were two inches backward. I refused to let him win though, as I tried desperately to keep my eyes locked on his blond friend, and an interested smile on my face. It was then that he did it. His long fingers brushed ever so lightly right there.
"Ooh Fuck." The words slipped from my mouth before I had the chance to process what had happened. Fuck. They were out there, in the open, and I couldn't scoop them up and put them put them back in.
Almost all at once, every pair of eyes at the table bore into me, the hand from between my legs disappeared.
"Uh, What?" Niall questioned lightly, obviously confused and embarrassed.
In the corner of my vision, I could see Harry slightly smirking, amused with himself. What an asshole…a fucking sexy, horrible asshole. I jumped up awkwardly, bumping my legs against the underside of the table on the way and mumbled, " Um, restroom," before scurrying off.
Once in the ladies room, I moaned a sigh of relief and leaned against the locked door. Fuck. That boy. No, that's wasn't right, he was far from a boy… My body was shaking, but I needed to calm the hell down. My pocket vibrated. I groaned. "Damnit Alicia, I don't want to talk to you right now!" I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and realized immediately it wasn't a text from Alicia. No, it was a text from the guy who had just been sexually assaulting me under the table a few minutes ago.
I win. ;)
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